User blog comment:Denrael Sabretooth/Death and Darkness RPG/@comment-3135907-20130323150324

Sclaw the Soothsayer is bent over, busy tossing shells, beads and bones in the air and watching as they fall to the ground in random formation. At least his last prophecy was true, or he wouldn't be here today! The rat seer shudders, then gets back to his magic mumbo-jumbo, calling up a dirgelike chant;

"Death! Let us feel your icy breath!

Hate! Let us bow before thy might!

Vulpuz, Master of Life and Death,

Give me answer to this, my plight!"

The rat falls prostrate, making strange gasps and moans, which attracts the stare of more than one superstitious hordebeast as they tramp past, carrying weapons, supplies and tools to various destinations in the camp of Valrag the Conqueror.